The gentle voice of the child, the gentle whisper, and the lingering tone seem to pull people into the endless panic and loneliness of being isolated from the world.

With Lu Chan's exaggerated but perfectly fitting dance steps, the viewer seems to be immersed in the scene, holding the only doll that can give warmth in his hand, walking quietly on the train tracks on that cold and lonely night.

Step by step, like a wind-up toy puppet, his eyes are empty and numb, as if he has lost the hope of soul and life, and is bent on seeking relief from death.

The train whistle sounded, the lights suddenly brightened, and the wind whistled with the sharp friction of the wind.

The lights were getting brighter, the sound was getting louder, the train was getting closer, but there was a blank look in the boy's empty eyes.

With the closer and closer figure of the train reflected in the eyes, thousands of emotions flashed in the physiological constricted pupils, helplessness, panic, and remorse were intertwined, but the most obvious was the reluctance and thirst for life. The body's subconscious survival instinct, the desire to live, overcame fatigue and disgust with reality, and chose to go off the rails at the last moment, but it was too late.

"Bang!"

The blood flower fell to the ground with the broken body in a cruel and cold arc in the air, and a bright flower of life withered.

If I had the chance, I would like to live, even if it was the walking dead. It's not that death hurts, it's that I'm afraid of losing, and the feeling of life clearly flowing out of my body and my consciousness returning to endless darkness suffocates me.

……

The moment the child's whispering stopped, Lu Chan's dance was also frozen in a puppet dragging its broken body, leaning forward, and raising its hands stiffly and stuckly, as if desperately trying to grab something, but the body was stuck in place and could not take a step forward.

The eyes bloom with strong colors, as if the light is back to the light, the last struggle, that is the endless thirst for life at the last moment of life.

The music didn't end in the background, and after two seconds of silence, the pure and holy chorus of children in the old church that had begun sounded again, and it sounded a different feeling. It is the rebirth after death, no, it is more accurate to say that it is the chant of seeking new life in death, the strength and faith that still struggles to survive in the midst of suffering and pain.

Sometimes to live, you don't need any other reason to live than life itself. Because the flow of life in the body is a sacred miracle, the fire of life is like a thin and continuous sticky thread of natto, burning faintly and persistently, which is the most authentic belief that every living being has been given since its birth.

Lights, music, and dance merge to create a stunning picture. It is as if in the blackened land that has been polluted by nuclear pollution, and there is no grass, I see a delicate new sprout struggling to break through the soil. In the devastated ruins of the ground after the war, I saw the corpses crawling out of the pile of skeletons, and the scars were almost a breath left, but they still supported the warriors who wanted to live......

The feeling of the heaviness of life that comes to my face cannot be described in words, and it shakes people's hearts!

As the end of the chorus faded into the middle of the stage, Lu Chan's performance ended. There was silence in the audience, and after four or five seconds, the audience erupted in a thunderous applause, which was indescribable and shocking......

"Oh my God, you! You surprised me so much! I didn't expect your performance to be like this! The first impression you gave me was so clean, I thought it was a very pure dance, but I didn't expect it to be like this.

You've surprised me so much. It's just a surprise from heaven, you know? I've always wanted to do what you just had to feel. I didn't expect you to present it to me directly! I only have two words to evaluate the dance just now, and the technicality, story, and artistry are all there, and it is a complete and perfect performance.

No, it's not just about performance, it's already on the level of art, and it's a work of art that has the value of repeated appreciation. It's hard to imagine how you came up with the idea, and even performed the whole dance by yourself.

Oh my God, I'm so glad there was a video of this competition, otherwise it would be a shame not to be able to record that dance video.

I like you so much! I can't contain my excitement now, and my words may be a little incoherent. After all, aside from the artistry and shock, the style alone pierced the most itchy part of my heart. Sorry, we'll talk later, I may need to calm down for a while......"

The dreadlocked black referee really put down the microphone as he spoke, patted his chest, and took a big breath to calm down.

"Haha, then let him calm down first, and we'll talk for a while. I like you too, but it's different from his. I was amazed by you as soon as you came on the stage, and after a performance, I am about to fall in love with you. Your performance just blew me up, and I was completely provoked. Sister's heart has fallen on you, you have to be responsible. How about my little brother, do you have a girlfriend? ”

A white female referee picked up the microphone, smiled charmingly at Lu Chan, and deliberately teased.

Because it was said in English, there was a simultaneous translator next to it to do Chinese explanation, but because it was a male translator, it was a little embarrassing to repeat it, so I picked up some key points and translated it.

Lu Chan was slightly stunned for a moment when he heard this, and just when the female referee thought that Lu Chan was being teased to the point of covering his lips and smiling, Lu Chan shook his head helplessly, smiled lightly, and switched to English, and replied in a standard mellow and magnetic London accent: "Sorry, it may not work, sister, I am 16 years old this year, and I am in love now, and I am in early love." ”

This time, the white female referee was stunned, relieved herself, and smiled generously: "Haha, is it a minor? It was a mistake, but there is no big problem, isn't it just two years? If it is your younger brother, my sister will wait." ”

But both of them are just joking, and the effect of the show is just that.

Because the score is out, it will take a while to calculate the score, and Lu Chan still needs to wait on the stage for a while. It may be that several referees were interested in Lu Chan's performance just now, and they all took time to chat a few words and ask some questions.

……

At this time, the audience also blew up, and everyone present had been playing hip-hop for many years, fully understanding what Lu Chan's performance just now meant, and what level it had reached, they were all shocked and abnormal. They chatted one after another.

"I'll go! I always thought that people with this kind of face were weak chickens, but I didn't expect that this guy completely subverted my cognition. Hiss~ Now that I think of the dance just now, I'm still a little creepy. ”

"Yes, aside from the sense of the picture and the control of the rhythm of the music, not to mention the control of the audience, the single climax part, imitating a few large body twisting movements of zombies, is not something that ordinary people can do, I dare to say that a few cartilage dancers present may not be able to do that. He's developed his body to the point of being perverted, and he's really ruthless enough to attack himself. ”

"Well, it's ruthless enough, I've tried those few movements, and to do it, I need to pull away a few big tendons in my arms, waist and legs, and the pain level of pulling it apart is almost the same as the pain of the limbs being directly twisted off. And it doesn't just stretch once, it lasts for a while, which means that every day of stretching has to endure the pain of being repeatedly cut by a sharp knife. Tsk, what a ruthless person. I'm wondering what his grades were? It must be horribly high. ”

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At the same time, in the recording studio of the hip-hop competition, the young man was lying alone on a rotating chair, his feet casually crossed on the console, watching the video on the recording and broadcasting monitoring.